My Heart's Choice (On Hold)

Chapter 11

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

Ah! Darn alarm!

I shoot my arm forward, towards the bedside table, by head still under the sheets, to switch off the bloody alarm.

I blindly grope for it and when the cold plastic brushes against my skin, I pound on top of it to make the sound stop.

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

Oh great! The stupid alarm is broken!

I swish my arm trying to grab the little monster but ultimately it just tumbles down to the floor.

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

Argh!

Eyes still half-asleep, I raise my head off the pillow and manage to untangle the covers from off my head. Risking a glance at the little monster lying on the floor, I do a double take. It is perfectly still. Plus, I notice the little red letters saying 'SATURDAY' on the top of the screen.

Oh gosh yeah. Today is Saturday. And I never set the alarm in the first place.

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt

Shooting an apologetic glance at my alarm, I scan the desk for what the heck is vibrating so early on a Saturday morning.

My phone.

An involuntary groan escapes though my gritted teeth. I grope all over the bedside-table for my phone. Once I place my hand on the vibrating object I bring it inches away from my eyes to see who it is.

I squint my eyes to read the Caller ID through all the sleep, but all I register is a glossy image. Rubbing my eyes to clear them, I habitually swipe the screen and place it next to my ear.

"Dana Sanchez! Where the heck is my car?"

Mason.

All I hear next is a series of heavy breathing, as if he is running somewhere. And then a loud sigh.

"Open the freaking door!"

What?

"Wha-" my voice cracks with all the sleep. "What door?" I try again, which still sounds like a frog.

"Your door! Freaking let me inside!"

I am about to give him advice on sleep-dialing, when suddenly I hear a thunderous knock on the front door. And just then the doorbell goes off like it's on fire.

Gosh, he isn't kidding. He is really here!

Bad news. Bad news!

Gosh! There is no way that I can afford mom finding out about this whole thing. Specially because she isn't 'very' fond of Mason Young to begin with.

"I got it," I hear my mom's footsteps bounding down the staircase. Gosh no!

Panic rises in me and oddly my stomach growls at the same time. I know, never trust your body to act according to the situation.

My phone slips out of my grasp onto the floor and settles beside the alarm clock, while I try to disentangle myself from my covers.

I finally manage to pull myself free of them and rush out of my bedroom door. A cold shudder passes through me as soon as I step out of my room and my bare feet greet the cold wooden floor on the hallway outside.

I quicken my steps and mange to make my way to the top of the stairs, just in time to see my mom open the door. Damn!

I freeze against the railing, my arm outstretched in a gesture of warning mom to stop and back off from the door. And my mouth moves with no words coming out.